Psalms for the Dead

Is there a sun there in your hand?

A little light that battles with itself

Is there a message in the sand,

that tells me how to set the world in flames?

Do people cry or is it rain?

Do we care... do we count the stains?

When will the sunrise stay a day?

Laugh and shine, or is it all the same?

PSALMS FOR THE DEAD

SONG FOR THE LIVING

AND A WREATH FOR ABSENT FRIENDS

So tell me... fools and trubadours, can a simple stream

grow into a flood?

A beggar man, become a president?

And a sip of wine be shared... and thick as blood?

Idols, gods... Dictators and divine,

is this the path where blind men lead the blind?

What is love, but only a dream...?

Those pains and pures were meatn to set us free!

When time is gone, the page is turned

The door is closed and all is done and said

The band has played... the spotlight's burned

ALL THAT'S LEFT ARE

PSALMS FOR THE DEAD